Your Future as a good pet - Testimony by Drone#002

As I laid on the floor, listening to my own breathing, unable or unwilling to move, cum pooling and cooling on my stomach after listening to Miss Noa's Your Future as a good Pet, I realised that something was very different.

My first thought was that I'd just listened to something quite special. I know I've become more attuned to Miss Noa's extraordinary voice over the time that I've been listening to her work. My anticipation has increased for each file Miss Noa publishes. (every two weeks on Fridays... Yes, I do count the days)

Yet I do try to temper my excitement, (whilst wondering how she will trance me, capture my thoughts, how she will bend and manipulate my will) because I want to be in the right frame of mind to listen to her.

Despite my excitement, that anticipation, I know that Miss Noa will push it all to one side with the verbal equivalent of a flick of her wrist. I know she will relax and calm, her words sinking deeper and deeper into my increasingly open mind. 

As I said, I've become more and more attuned to Miss Noa, and have realised that - for some time now - I have not listened to anyone else. Not been tranced by anyone else. Haven't even considered the need to. Just her.

Perhaps that's one of the reasons Your future as a good Pet had such a profound effect. Perhaps it's the scenario... The thought of being completely consumed by a succubus is one I've enjoyed from time to time. 

Most likely however is that Miss Noa has just overwhelmed my mind. There's no other way to describe it, and I feel different, happier, better even, as a result.

From her first words, slipping, dripping effortlessly into my eager mind, I somehow knew this would be the case. Her voice was inside my mind, painting those pictures she does so well, creating a world where only she and I inhabit. Telling a story that I wanted to be part of. To feel. To taste. To smell. To touch. To *be*.

Miss Noa just scooped me up. Transported, relaxed and still. My mind melted by the sound of her voice, my eyes filled with the imagery. My thoughts increasingly hers.

Then I was hit by two voices - Miss Noa telling the story and another Miss Noa, the succubus, reaching, delving, diving deep inside me. Washing away my resistance like a tidal wave through a sandcastle. The calm replaced with need. With desire. With arousal. With cravings I wasn't expecting. Needing, desperately needing to obey, to please, to submit. 

Breathing hard now. Pleasure. Completely aroused. Needing to please her. Obedience. I didn't care what I had to do but I needed to do it. Submission. I wanted to go deeper, go further, beg for more. Beg for her. Anything. Everything. Needing her touch. Wanting to please her. A turmoil of thoughts and sights and wants and needs and then ...nothing.

Except it wasn't nothing. I was there. In that room. With her, with the succubus as she took me deeper and completed her task of making me hers. It was so easy for her, I only wanted that. I only wanted to please her.

Then, with a smile and a laugh from Miss Noa I realised that this wasn't over yet. That there would be more. That Miss Noa had led me down a path that still has a way to go.

Evil? Possibly. Nice? Definitely.

So.... every two weeks on a Friday... Yes, I will be counting the days